{"id":1068,"date":"2011-09-20T23:22:21","date_gmt":"2011-09-20T21:22:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.katebailward.com\/drivinglikeamaniac\/?p=1068"},"modified":"2012-04-28T15:26:27","modified_gmt":"2012-04-28T13:26:27","slug":"slow-boat-to-sicily","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.katebailward.com\/drivinglikeamaniac\/2011\/09\/slow-boat-to-sicily\/","title":{"rendered":"Slow boat to Sicily"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>The ticket has finally been issued. Amid much ciao grazie<\/em>-ing I\u2019m off to wait for the ferry, or \u2018nave\u2019 as it\u2019s known around these parts. At Villa you can catch three different types of ferry. The slowest, but also the most exciting for geeks like me, is the ferry which takes the train. Sicily doesn\u2019t have its own train network, so is dependent on Italy for its rolling stock. However, Sicily is an island and trains aren\u2019t well-known for their flotational powers. So, how to get the trains across? Well, fit up a RORO<\/a> ferry with rails in its bowels and Roberto\u2019s your proverbial zio<\/em>. If I\u2019m not in a hurry I love to watch this process. As the boat approaches the shore, its bows start to wind up into the air, like a slow-motion animatronic shark preparing to wolf down its prey. By the time it\u2019s reached the docks there is a huge gaping maw where once there was white sea-splashed metal. Slowly the ferry eases into the shore and the tracks are painstakingly lined up. There is much standing about and waving of arms at this point of the process. This boat ain\u2019t going nowhere for a good half hour. Finally, the train chunters its way slowly along the tracks and into the darkened bowels of the boat. Usually, it\u2019s then backed up at least twice and repacked. I\u2019ve never quite worked out why this is. It\u2019s on rails. How far wrong can it go?<\/p>\n

The second type of ferry is, again, a slow boat, but this time only for motor vehicles and passengers. This one is usually the best bet for a regular service. However, you do miss out on the Ferrovie<\/a> floor show. Dem\u2019s da breaks. The final ferry is the Metromare. This is a fast, passenger-only service. It\u2019s staffed by attractive girls in uniforms similar to those of British Airways in the 80s, with jaunty pillbox hats and rakish neckscarves. As I approach the docks, one of these girls approaches me. She\u2019s a consummate saleswoman, trying her best to lure customers away from the nave and onto (if you believe the spiel) her far superior boat. It\u2019s so much faster! And look how shiny and new it is! Are you French? I can explain in French if you like? Oh, you\u2019re English! Oh, well, I can speak English, too \u2026<\/em> I smile and tell her in Italian that I already have a ticket for the other boat. With a sigh and a little moue<\/em> of displeasure that tells me she spends all day hearing this, she turns away in search of a more willing victim.<\/p>\n

While the Metromare girl was distracting me, a passenger nave has pulled away from the closest dock. No matter. There are still three other docks, reached by an overhead gallery. Maybe I\u2019ll even get to do some trainspotting. Whee! I start to climb the stairs to see if there are any other boats further across. A man calls to me: There aren\u2019t any! Wait here! The next is at 10.35.<\/em>\u00a0Obediently, I sit to wait. More people arrive. The girl from Metromare bustles about trying to coax people to go with her company, but it\u2019s \u20ac2.50 and the nave tickets are only \u20ac2.20. Also, the Metromare tickets are non-refundable. I sit tight. Half an hour later a nave arrives at dock 3, but there\u2019s a big hoo-hah – apparently it won\u2019t be leaving any time soon because it has to wait for the train which, it being August, is running late. 7 hours late, to be precise. The Metromare girl is beside herself. You can come with us! We leave at 11.15. Just go to the ticket office and get a ticket. Go on!<\/em><\/p>\n

I return to the newsagent<\/a>. Grandpa is confused – What the cabbage?<\/em> This is a very endearing Italian phrase. Rather than say che cazzo?<\/em> (\u2018what the fuck?), they say che cavolo<\/em> – literally translated as \u2018what the cabbage?\u2019 Why on earth do you want a Metromare ticket when you\u2019ve already got a perfectly good ferry ticket? I sold it to you myself, not 10 minutes ago!<\/em> I explain the sitch. He is aghast. But no! Look! There\u2019s a boat arriving just there!<\/em> He points to dock 1 where there is, indeed, a ferry pulling into shore. It will go before the Metromare, for sure!<\/em> I start to tell him about the delayed trains, but he gives me a look over the top of his glasses. Was it the girl that told you there wasn\u2019t a boat?<\/em> I look sheepish. Hmmm, it was, wasn\u2019t it?<\/em> I confess that yes, it was. He pulls the skin under his right eye down with his forefinger and raises an eyebrow at me. The Metromare girl, in his opinion, is pulling a fast one. He sends me back. It\u2019ll be fine. Just get on that boat there. You\u2019ll see \u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m hot and I\u2019m tired of waiting around. More than anything, I\u2019m fed up of lugging my bags from pillar to post, and I just want to get across this bloody bit of water. Feeling daring and rebellious, I decide to go against his wisdom. More fool me. On returning to the docks with my newly purchased (from another shop) Metromare ticket I find a very disgruntled woman, who has done exactly the same as I have. Turns out that the boat in dock 1 *is* going. The Metromare girl has done her work well. She didn\u2019t exactly lie – the ferry that\u2019s waiting for the train is going to be delayed for most of the day – but she neglected to point out that the passenger ferries would still be running. Grandpa was right, dammit. I ponder a moment. The nave ticket can be used another day, whereas the Metromare one is only valid for this particular crossing. However, I love this journey. It would be a shame to do it at speed and miss out on the wind in my hair. Decision made: I\u2019m taking the slow boat to Sicily.<\/p>\n

I go to get my ticket ripped by the lugubrious, Top Gun-esque captain, who is waiting in a little booth on the dock. His moustache is straight out of CHiPs<\/a> and his uniform gleams white in the Calabrian sun. He tears the ticket but puts out a hand to stop me from walking further, anxiety in his eyes. Following his gaze, I realise the problem. As this is a southern Italian ferry, passengers walk onto the boat via the same entrance as the lorries and there\u2019s currently a long stream of them driving aboard. I don\u2019t fancy my chances against these behemoths, so I\u2019m happy to stand aside and talk a while. Unlike most Italians, he\u2019s not a garrulous man, but he\u2019s still full of quiet curiosity. Have you arrived on the train? Uh huh. Are you on holiday? Oh, I see. Where are you going? Oh, Siracusa. Yes, it\u2019s beautiful. And Taormina? Oh, how lovely.<\/em> He nods slowly and a small smile escapes from beneath his walrus moustache. You should go to the Aeolian Islands<\/a> as well. Take the boat from Messina. Trust me.<\/em><\/p>\n

A Port Authority man comes over, and the captain hands over my ticket stub. The signora\u2019s ticket. \u00a0<\/em>Concern creases his brow. \u00a0I ripped it already.<\/em> The new man grins. Great!<\/em> The captain breathes a sigh of relief. No, I don\u2019t need to see the rest – go on board! Oh, best wait for the lorries, though!<\/em> He scoots back to his duties as truck marshaller and I take the opportunity of the break in traffic to lug my bags aboard. I head to my usual place at the front, squinting in the breezy sunshine, and smile.<\/p>\n

Sicily, here I come.<\/p>\n

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